The first person to enter the dining room was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She had olive skin, dark brown eyes, full pink lips, and long black wavy hair. She was breath-taking. I felt as if time had stopped the moment she entered the room. Every step she took closer to us felt like an eternity, and I focused on every detail she made. How her hair bounced, how long her eyelashes were every time she blinked, the way she walked. She was wearing an elegant black long dress, that showed off her body. Her body was just appealing. She stopped, and looked at me. Our eyes met, until I broke eye-contact because I felt embarrassed. I knew I was blushing hard and I must look like a tomato. Wow, so much for first impressions. "I'm Fabiola. You must be Elizabeth." She said, with her Spanish accent that resembled Dad's. Her voice was beautiful. It was rich and confident.
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